The Single Girl and the Emergency Contact
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There haven’t been many emergencies in my life, which I’m grateful for. Those times that I have been rushed into hospital, most recently with the Chicken Pox, required me to give the name of an emergency contact.Every year of my life I’ve had to fill in at least two different forms listing an emergency contact. On the first day of primary school I was asked to fill in an emergency contact. Undoubtedly, my emergency contacts were my parents.
Every year since then my emergency contact has been my parents. When I started in the working world, my parents were the emergency contacts. I guess my employers wanted to know who to call if I didn’t show up?
When I bought my flat and got life insurance, not only were my parents the emergency contacts, but also the beneficiaries! Knowing how much cash I’ve cost them over the years I’m surprised they haven’t tried to bump me off just for the insurance money!
Throughout my life I have been asked for emergency contacts and the contacts have always, always, always been my parents. There is, however, something very demeaning about still having your parents as your emergency contact when you are well in your thirties.
I feel like there’s some unwritten rule judging me. The fact that I am in my thirties and I’ve failed to make a solitary significant connection with someone must mean there’s something wrong with me.
Yes, I have friends and very good ones, but are they the type that would give me a kidney if I need one? Would they mortgage their house to bail me out of jail? My friends are great and I don’t fault them for that, but being single and an expat often means your circle of friends is quite shallow.
So now, I am extremely pleased to announce that I have achieved a new milestone in my life! I have a new emergency contact: my boyfriend! I realized this milestone as I was filling in a job application last week.
No longer do my parents have to worry about getting an emergency overseas phone call in the middle of the night.
I'm in good hands now.
Labels: 30's, being single
posted by Naive London Girl at 10/08/2009 10:44:00 AM
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2 Comments:
Hey me'darlng,
I had a big shock in my early twenties. I was becoming overwhelmed with life and stopped being the life'n'soul of parties and suddenly I became a friend free zone. The ONLY people that stood up for me and looked after me were my family.
I was hurt that my friends let me down - but I see now that i'm also a fair weather friend... i'd do anything for my family but not that much for a friend - Kidney donation, re-mortgage - SHEESH FOR A FRIEND!!? NOPE!
It's good and bad all wrapped up together...
Life
I think you make a good point there. You can't expect a kidney donation or remortgage from your friends unless you yourself are the type of friend willing to do the same.
I would also argue that in order to get to the point where you would donate a kidney to a friend you need to have been around for a while. A long while- which may be difficult if you're an expat.
Thanks for your comment!
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